On Saturday I was forced to attend a child’s birthday party. Forced by circumstance, I mean, not at gunpoint or anything; the specific circumstance being “my children were invited to a movie party, and adults stick around for those, generally.” They were watching something called “Home,” which I had never seen or heard of, and I was enchanted.

And then at the end the credits informed me that it had been based on a book called The True Meaning of Smekday, and I realized: I have that book! I don’t remember why I bought it, precisely (I think someone recommended it online), but I knew it was sitting there on my Kindle, so now I am reading it.

It is fantastic. It is still a few years too old for my own children, but definitely something I’ll hand them eventually. In the meantime, I am enthusiastically recommending it to all the adults I know.

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